tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-402969690158484362018-03-06T06:31:44.158-08:00Thanks, Mimi!Adventures of Momhood in the hood.Allyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40296969015848436.post-91533539703308858402015-04-12T18:59:00.001-07:002015-04-12T18:59:57.905-07:00Quick UpdateOkay, one more post from me for now. &nbsp;Just a quick update.<br /><br />Allyson got through her surgery in about 1/3 of the time she was supposed to. &nbsp;Such an answered prayer. &nbsp;They did exactly what they said they would do - get in, get the tumor, and get out. <br /><br />She has not had any of the possible side effects from the surgery, praise the Lord. &nbsp;She is walking (slowly but surely), talking, and moving all her very long, long fingers and toes. &nbsp;:)<br /><br />She has a three inch scar that starts just after her hairline. &nbsp;She decided to opt for shaving her entire head so she has a lovely new hairdo that will grow out with time.<br /><br />She has been home since Friday and her sweet mother-in-law is staying with them for a couple weeks. &nbsp;My parents have gone home but I have a feeling they will be back before long.<br /><br />She will return to the hospital in about three weeks for some follow up tests, and we are still awaiting the pathology reports.<br /><br />Thank you for continuing to pray for the path results as well as a speedy recovery for her. &nbsp;If you are interested in bringing a meal (sorry to all the people who have asked about this and I haven't responded), here is the link:<br /><br />http://takethemameal.com/meals.php?t=FVPO7503&amp;v=bb77128355<br /><br />Please note that they are asking at this time that the meals be left in the cooler on the porch. &nbsp;They just aren't quite ready to receive visitors, unless, of course, you have talked to them first!<br /><br />Thank you for all your calls, emails, and texts. &nbsp;I am only speaking for myself but I bet my parents would say the same thing - we love receiving them but the response has been so overwhelming that we just can't respond to all of them as quickly as we would like. &nbsp;We love each of you and are truly, truly grateful for your care for us during this time.<br /><br />MeredithAllyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40296969015848436.post-64021591738645872852015-04-08T09:01:00.000-07:002015-04-08T09:01:12.166-07:00Awake and SassyI'm posting for Allyson until further notice, but know that she will be taking over when she can. <br /><br />Her surgery, which was estimated to take 3-4 hours, took one. &nbsp;They got in, got the tumor, and got out. &nbsp;It wasn't deep, and it did not appear to have "tentacles." Writing that word about a foreign object in your body kinda gags me. &nbsp;But I digress.<br /><br />They monitored her motor function during the procedure and said they don't expect any issues. &nbsp;Mike just texted me to say she is awake and already sassy so I am thinking her speech/emotions are a-okay.<br /><br />The mass what exactly what they thought, part cystic-looking, part tumor. &nbsp;It will be shipped to pathology today and we will know what it is and what our next step is, if any, in a couple weeks. <br /><br />Please continue to pray for her recovery and that her pathology report is extremely boring and uninteresting. <br /><br />Thank you for being the hands and feet of Jesus to us during this time. &nbsp;Every prayer, text, email, phone call, meal, babysitting, and the countless other acts of kindness you have shown us have not gone unnoticed. &nbsp;We can never thank you all individually but know we are eternally grateful.<br /><br />MeredithAllyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40296969015848436.post-70566841000652725962015-04-07T12:07:00.000-07:002015-04-07T12:07:08.153-07:00So. This is what's happening.I am a&nbsp;control freak. I thrive on it. I'm good at being in control. I also will be giving up much of my control today. Here's why.<br /><br />Tuesday evening (3/31/2015), while I was having nighttime prayers with Robin, I had (what we thought was) a mild stroke. An amazingly generous&nbsp;neighbor ran over to watch the girls while Mike and I headed to Baylor to see what was going on. X-rays and CT Scans sent me to Baylor in McKinney for an MRI. And then a second MRI. We spent the day waiting to see a neurologist, and were told they've located a&nbsp;tumor in my right frontal lobe. (Shocking, right? I know, we thought so, too.)<br /><br />We've laughed and cried and had visits from friends and family. I'm ready to check in to the hospital now. I'll shave my head and have my surgery and we will focus on how this can bring glory to God. That's why I'm here and that's how we'll use it.<br /><br />The <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> is my shepherd,<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14237A" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-14237A&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference A&quot;&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup> I lack nothing. <span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-23-2" id="en-NIV-14238">He makes me lie down in green pastures, </span></span><span class="text Ps-23-2">he leads me beside quiet waters, </span><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-23-3" id="en-NIV-14239">he refreshes my soul. </span></span><span class="text Ps-23-3">He guides me<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14239E" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-14239E&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference E&quot;&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup> along the right paths </span><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-23-3">for his name’s sake.<sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14239G" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-NIV-14239G&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference G&quot;&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span></span><br /><span class="text Ps-23-4" id="en-NIV-14240">Even though I walk</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">&nbsp;</span><span class="text Ps-23-4">through the darkest valley, </span></span><span class="text Ps-23-4">I will fear no evil,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">&nbsp;</span><span class="text Ps-23-4">for you are with me; </span></span><span class="text Ps-23-4">your rod and your staff,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks">&nbsp;</span><span class="text Ps-23-4">they comfort me.&nbsp; -Psalm 23:1-4</span></span><br /><br />Allyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40296969015848436.post-79784826666010860492013-11-29T19:57:00.001-08:002013-11-29T19:57:14.978-08:00I can't play the drums <br />Have you ever listened to the words of Christmas carols? I am blessed to live in a city with a radio station that starts Christmas music at the beginning of November and plays it 24 hours a day until at least the day after Christmas. What JOY!<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />(Sidebar: When Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” comes on the radio, I totally geek out with toe-tapping, finger-pointing, rhythmic, tone-deaf singing.)<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />I love this time of year. We get to see family, give gifts, gather and mingle with people we may not have seen in years. I love it. But I think it all needs to be viewed a specific way, a Godly way.<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />The Little Drummer Boy, originally known as “Carol of the Drum” by Katherine Kennicott Davis, has forced me to put my entire Christmas into perspective. The last few lines have literally pierced my soul.<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />“I have no gift to give // that’s fit to give a King (read: THE King).”<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />When we have no resources, nothing to our name, nothing to offer the Savior of the World, the Living and Breathing God of all Creation, how do you give a gift?<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />“Shall I play for you?”<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />Have you had the awesome experience of realizing what gifts God has given to you? Do you use them as an offering to praise and serve our Lord? Shouldn’t we? Dancing, singing, cooking, sewing, organizing. Anything that feels like a ‘natural’ ability is truly a gift from God, and should be used as such, don’t you think?<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />“I played my drum for Him.”<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />Isn’t it easy to just do instead of give? I can do my job, I can do dinner, I can do the laundry. But how do those glorify God who has blessed me with a career? Who has given me the ability to make edible food for my family? Who’s given me a family to have laundry to do! Do I have the right heart in all of my actions? I can certainly complete each of these things, but how am I glorifying God in those moments?<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />“I played my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">best</i> for Him.”<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />That’s the difference. If I take my God-given talents and don’t use them to the best of my God-given ability, then I’m not doing what I’ve been blessed with doing. If I haven’t given my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">best</i>, I’m not truly giving to God. I am checking off my tasks and getting things done and am still tired and when I turn to talk to God about my day, I sometimes show up empty handed. What did I do for Him? What did I do my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">best</i> for Him today? I want to always be able to tell Him what that was.<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />“Then He smiled at me.”<o:p></o:p><br /> <br />This, to me, is the equivalent of “Well done, good and faithful servant (Matt. 25:21).” Can you even fathom the joy you will feel in God’s grace and mercy when you give your best and it makes Him smile? I cannot wait. I want Jesus to look at me trying my best for Him, and I want it to make Him smile. Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum.<o:p></o:p><br /> Allyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40296969015848436.post-42156068402716642782013-09-03T08:11:00.002-07:002013-09-03T09:13:30.950-07:00When Lightening Strikes<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">God works in incredible, mysterious ways. Too cliche'? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I guess the only reason I think that is because for the last month, I have had my heart turned, softened and readied. I don't know what for, but I am eagerly awaiting my next direction. It really dawned on me during the amazing lightening storm we had here in North Texas two days ago. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Mike and I were sitting outside with Celia late at night watching the storm roll in and then back out. As I was attempting to watch for lightening and simultaneously converse with my husband and watch/interact with my daughter, there was&nbsp;a phenomenal show going on around me.&nbsp;While not exactly a distraction, Mike and Celia had diverted my eyes from storm watching. I would see the sky light up, but I'd missed the real show -&nbsp;the lightening. I'd shrug and go back to my previous distractions, since they seem to be very important and I love quality time with my family.&nbsp; The sky lit up, I looked only to miss the lightening again. Once I started to miss the "Wow, look at that" and "Oh, man!" lightening, I started to get frustrated... at the lightening. Why can it not just show up when I look, and patiently wait until then so that I too can be part of the show? </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I realized, to my own disappointment, that the only reason I'm missing all of the cool stuff is because I've moved my attention to other things that I thought were important. I had decided that I would participate in this storm watching to not really participate. I feel like that's how the last 20 years of my Christian life have been. I signed up, I was ready for the show, for God to do something spectacular. And when it took too long I'd divert my attention. I would see the flash&nbsp;from the light of other people's blessings and look up to miss what God had done. &nbsp;Over the years, this would cycle. Go to Disciple Now, get focused and wait to hear the Holy Spirit, get bored, divert, repeat. Go to summer camp, get focused, wait, get bored, divert, repeat. (I have more than enough examples of how I diverted my attention since 1993. Let's not hash that out right now.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I started to stare at the sky with a steadfast determination to see this lightening storm. I did not want to miss anything else. I waited. And waited. And waited. I never saw anything. That doesn't mean that lightening doesn't exist, or that when it's seen it's not beautiful. It just means I chose to focus on other things while I could be focused on something amazing, and I missed amazing for fleeting, worldly&nbsp;gratification.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My walk with God has been about the same. I want God to do amazing things in my life (like I don't have enough amazing right now? Have you seen my kids?! Who could want more?). I want more. I want to know God more and uncover new mercies and grace and discipline and love from Him. Every.Single.Day. I know that He gives me all of this and so much more every day, but&nbsp;I get so distracted.&nbsp;I divert my attention to things that are momentarily fulfilling, but do not satisfy my soul. I have to stop myself a million times and remind myself that if I look away from God, I'm going to miss it. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There is a little&nbsp;hint of sorrow and disappointment in myself. I can't even imagine all of the things I missed because I was looking for satisfaction elsewhere. Knowing what I know about my God, I am newly committed to watching this storm called life and never diverting my attention from The One who actually has control of it all.&nbsp;I'm going to spend&nbsp;my time learning, focusing, <em>retaining </em>the blessings and knowledge. And I'll wait. Maybe until Kingdom comes, maybe until tomorrow. Now I know. Wait, watch,&nbsp;prepare, learn and when God says, "Now," we are blessed beyond compare. <em>Way </em>beyond compare. I am not going to miss this.</span>Allyson Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11416147143331249486noreply@blogger.com1